Page 21 of Scorned Beauty
The sinister gleam in his eyes subdued my teasing. It looked a lot like retribution and I was anxiously anticipating, achingly aroused, and all out of fucks. I was getting filled with a Dom-sized cock and it better be worth it.
He positioned himself between my thighs, his expression hungry. “This is all the foreplay you’re getting.” He dove in and tongued my clit before letting the rest of his mouth wrap around the sensitive flesh, swollen with all the blood rushing to it. Dom wasn’t even gentle. He ate and bit. Swiping, sucking, and nibbling. He was everywhere, all at once. My orgasm came fastand furious, and the pulses surged and kept on going. I inhaled sharply, not able to exhale. He seemed to know how to pace my orgasm and relented a fraction to let me catch my breath.
He inserted his fingers. I had no clue how many, but a delicious stretch had me aching for the real thing.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Firecat.” They glided in and out so easily. I was embarrassingly slippery. “Give me more, baby.”
I realized I was gasping at the ceiling, but when I looked back between my legs, it was to see Dom watching me intently, devouring me with his gaze while my juices glistened on his lips. And it was the most erotic sight. Like he was salivating and couldn’t get enough. There was nothing more arousing than a man who liked to eat pussy. With his eyes on me, he withdrew his fingers and casually slipped them into his mouth and slowly dragged them out. “Delicious,” he murmured before he resumed his attack between my legs. I lost count of how many times I’d come. My voice was hoarse, but Dom seemed to relish making me scream.
And scream I did, over and over.
I wondered if I should worry about a neighbor hearing me, but with Dom, my inhibitions seemed to have taken a vacation. He rose above me, scorching me with the hunger in his eyes, and that hunger made me powerful.
He removed my top and unhooked my bra, carefully exposing my breasts. He visibly shuddered and his Adam’s apple bobbed. From my face, his silently assessing gaze traveled down my body, now bare for his scrutiny.
I was blessed with fifties-pinup-girl proportions, and this was a rare moment when I embraced my body with pride. I lifted my chin with defiance, waiting for Dom to say something.
“Good God,” he rasped. “Youareperfection.” His belt buckle clinked. The lowering of the zipper was loud in the room. It signaled our point of no return. Then he was on top of me,shoving my thighs apart and surging inside me. Out of control, he rocked into me. Filling me with cock, shocking me with its girth and length. The harsh thrust stealing my breath.
“Dom!” He withdrew and thrust hard. It was only on the third pump that a warning told me why it felt so good, and on the fourth, I registered that I didn’t hear the rip of the wrapper of a “condom.”
He froze, his eyes sharpening in horror.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“Put one on,” I urged.
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes! But…”
He withdrew instantly, and a hollowed feeling replaced the loss. I heard the ripping packet, and he slid right back inside me.
He cupped my face. “Sorry…too excited.”
I laughed. “Me too.”
He resumed pumping, but his face grew troubled. “Never happened before.”
I cupped his cheek. “That’s okay.”
He gripped my wrist by his face before letting it go to clamp his fingers around my neck and squeezed. His pounding intensified, speeding up his thrusts and ramming inside me over and over. Yes!
“Come for me,” he grunted. His hand around my neck loosened, and an orgasm ricocheted through me, blinding me behind my eyelids like a supernova. I was still coming when Dom folded me over, pushing my knees almost up to my ears. His face was right beside me, panting with his efforts, and his glorious grunts of exertion sent another shockwave rippling through me.
He thrust in one more time and stilled before giving me his weight. His chin was over my shoulder and he was breathing like he’d just crossed the finish line in a sprint. A film of sweatcovered our bodies, and the familiar scent of sex shrouded us. We were quiet for a while and I wondered if Dom had come to the same conclusion I had.
I wanted to do this again and not just for the weekend. I wanted mind-blowing sex that would leave me satiated and boneless and thoroughly fucked.
Dom lifted off me and rolled onto his back.
Random deep exhales were the only rough sounds in the room. I didn’t want to look at him. I was suddenly very self-conscious.
“That felt more like a main course than a taste,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood. I’d never been devoured to within an inch of my life and I wasn’t referring to Dom eating me out. Just the way he fucked me. It was wild and cathartic. Animalistic. He seemed angry about forgetting to put on a condom, not that I didn’t welcome his savagery in pounding me into the mattress. That was delicious. I sensed he didn’t lose control like that and it freaked him out, but I didn’t want to gloat or analyze his lack of control earlier. He did, after all, suffer blood loss?—
Oh shit.
I shot up in bed. Sure enough, drips of blood seeped through the bedsheet. The comforter would have helped, but I neglected to fix my bed this morning.
